The Last Few--By David Austin--United States

The Last Few

The old, empty house    just next door.
They say it’s gutted, pipes and all.
It’s boarded-up now    sad    ghostly,
The metamorphosis over a long period

Walking by one day I wonder at the wealth of
Roses by the front sidewalk
Life goes on
And I catch at the realization

Such a wealth of flowers,
Such beauty fronting the ugly old place
I smooth a petal with one finger, deep in thought
Oh yes, the last few will be searching

David Austin is professional violinist and teacher, who communicates through poetry. He has played with the Cincinnati Symphony, taught at Colorado College and various public schools. He is a published author, who has been writing poetry and novels for over 40 years. His pride and joy is a shelter in which he feeds and cares for animals.  David is a member of Poetry Soup.